Chapter 422 Damian’s Guide to Mass Humiliation

Raika remained seated in the private viewing section, her gaze still fixed on Damian.

After observing him for a few moments, she quietly muttered to herself, "I should probably meet that idiot and ask him what the hell happened."

However, just as she was considering approaching him, a familiar face suddenly appeared in her mind. "Should I tell Akane first?"

Raika frowned slightly, contemplating the idea.

After all, Akane also knew Damian, and she would probably be interested to learn that he had somehow appeared in the Sakura Empire.

However, after thinking about it for a moment, Raika eventually shook her head.

Akane already had enough problems of her own to deal with.

There was no reason to drag her into another troublesome situation before Raika even understood what was going on. "Forget it. I’ll meet him first and figure out what happened."

Her gaze returned to Damian, who was still shamelessly laughing and chatting with the women around him.

Raika narrowed her eyes, her curiosity growing stronger. "Seriously, you idiot... Just what the hell have you been doing since we last met?"

She glanced toward Linsey and Evelyn before looking back at Damian. "How did those two undergo such ridiculous transformations? And why are they traveling with you?"

Raika leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms with a complicated expression. "More importantly... why the hell are you here in the Sakura Empire?"

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Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the Sacred Arena, Kurogane Masanori and the Yamikarasu leader were both wearing extremely ugly expressions.

After all, they had already lost two consecutive battles, and neither of their opponents had even appeared to be struggling.

Worse still, both Masaru and the high-ranking Yamikarasu ninja had been killed without managing to inflict any serious injuries on their opponents.

If this continued, their factions would suffer an even greater humiliation in front of the entire city.

Masanori finally turned toward the masked leader, his expression grim. "What do we do now? We’ve already lost two fighters."

The Yamikarasu leader remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on Damian’s group.

Eventually, he answered coldly, "Continuing these one-on-one battles will only benefit them."

Masanori narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What are you suggesting? That we change the rules?"

"Exactly." The masked leader nodded slightly.

He glanced toward Damian and the women surrounding him before continuing. "Those foreigners are clearly arrogant and overconfident. Even if we propose changing the remaining matches into a team battle, I doubt they’ll refuse."

Masanori rubbed his chin thoughtfully, considering the suggestion.

Although changing the rules after losing two consecutive matches would undoubtedly damage their reputation, continuing to send their strongest members into individual battles seemed even more dangerous.

At the very least, fighting together would allow their remaining experts to coordinate their attacks and make use of their numerical advantage.

After several seconds, Masanori finally nodded. "Very well. Let’s propose it."

The two leaders stepped toward the edge of the arena, attracting the attention of several nearby spectators.

Masanori then raised his voice. "Damian!"

Hearing his name, Damian casually turned around, looking rather amused. "Hm? What’s wrong, old man? Don’t tell me you’re already thinking about surrendering."

Masanori’s expression darkened, but he suppressed his irritation and continued. "We propose changing the format of the remaining matches."

His voice was loud enough for the surrounding spectators to hear.

Damian raised an eyebrow curiously. "Oh? Changing the rules? To what, exactly?"

This time, the Yamikarasu leader stepped forward and answered in a cold voice. "A team battle. Instead of continuing with individual duels, both sides will send their remaining representatives into the arena together."

The moment those words echoed across the stadium, whispers immediately spread throughout the audience.

"Changing the rules midway through the challenge?"

"Didn’t they already agree to five individual battles?"

"Hmph. Looks like those two factions are getting desperate."

Many spectators exchanged surprised glances, clearly understanding why the two leaders were suddenly proposing such a change.

Meanwhile, Damian simply stared at them for a moment.

Then, instead of looking offended or concerned, a familiar shameless grin slowly spread across his face. "Ohhh? A team battle, huh?"

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his expression becoming increasingly interested. "Hehehe... Now that’s an interesting suggestion. But..."

Damian suddenly glanced over his shoulder, his gaze settling on Miona and Cassandra.

After looking at the two women for a moment, his grin widened even further. "Actually, why don’t we make things even more interesting?"

Both faction leaders immediately frowned.

Masanori narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What exactly are you suggesting?"

Damian casually pointed toward Miona and Cassandra before spreading his arms. "It’s simple, really. I’ll send these two women into the arena, and you bastards can send as many people as you want."

For a moment, both leaders froze. "What?"

Damian chuckled at their confused expressions before casually explaining. "Hehehe. You heard me. These two girls of mine will fight against everyone your two factions want to send."

He grinned shamelessly before adding, "Ten people, twenty people, fifty people... Hell, bring a hundred if you want. I don’t give a damn."

The expressions of both faction leaders immediately darkened.

They had originally proposed a team battle because they wanted to gain an advantage through coordinated attacks and superior numbers.

Yet Damian had somehow taken their suggestion and turned it into an even greater humiliation.

Not only was he allowing them to send as many fighters as they pleased, but he was also declaring that just two of his women would be enough to defeat them all.

Masanori clenched his fists, his face flushing with anger. "You arrogant bastard... Are you seriously looking down on both our factions to this extent?"

The Yamikarasu leader’s eyes also narrowed dangerously beneath his mask. "Do you truly believe two women can stand against all our experts?"

However, before Damian could respond, Miona suddenly stepped forward, already cracking her knuckles with an excited grin. "Ohhh, Damian. Now that’s a good idea."

She rolled her shoulders, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Finally, I won’t have to worry about those idiots dying before I get my turn."

Beside her, Cassandra let out a delighted giggle, slowly licking her crimson lips as a dangerous smile spread across her face. "Hehehe. Darling really does know how to make me happy."

Her blood-red eyes settled on the two faction leaders. "How wonderful. So many enemies, and we won’t even have to share them with the others."

Damian burst into laughter at their enthusiastic reactions. "HAHAHA! See? My girls love the idea. So, what do you say, old men? Are you going to accept, or are you too scared to fight just two women?"